1
"Jane?" I hold out a fistful of little paper perfume testers.
There must be fifty of them.
"Which of these do you like?"
He looks surprised at the question.
He sniffs each carefully.
"I like fourteen Lisbon. Tuberose, violet and iris but underneath, there's something very dirty going on."
"Dirty," I say.
"Yes. Filthy dirty, in the nicest way possible.
Is this part of a case, Lisbon?"
"Sort of," I say.
2
I have decided to go after Jane.
To rope him and tie him.
To roll him and pat him and mark him with a "T."
And put him in the oven for baby and me.
Twelve years and I've finally grown a pair.
What's the worst that can happen?
He'll reject me and I'll wind up feeling…rejected?
Been there. Done that.
Actually.
Am there. Am doing that.
It's enough already.